MANIFESTO PART FOUR

” Who in the hell brings a notebook to the beach anyway ?” my brother -in – law said, inspecting a ragged homeade tattoo on his arm as he rubbed BananaBoat on his skin. I clasp my story and roll my eyes at their small town stupidity and in my …

MANIFESTO PART THREE

I was 15 when I met HIM. He was older, tattooed and had been to jail before. His family was a notorious bunch of roughnecks from West Virginia and I found him sexy, a big man child really and his innocent love of things was endearing to me.Under the shameful …

MANIFESTO PART TWO : I WANT TO BE

I was always a very hungry girl. Nothing was enough, no one could love me enough. There was this huge void inside of me , devouring everything it could and crying out for more. It was no doubt at age 14 I began getting into trouble, left home ,skipped school …

MANIFESTO PART ONE

“I Want To Be” The need and want of you steals away my breath . Like dragons fire burning through my chest , coursing through my veins . Tie myself to St. Andrews cross while crying out your name. All bound with black tape to learn life’s a game of …